It honestly feels like a Monday. I snoozed for the first time when I had to be up at 6 today. Sluggish was not exactly the word I wanted to describe my demeanor. Anxious as hell would be fitting. So today is the day that I am officially done with my 8th quarter. I don't feel over exhilarated. I'm still sort of terrified I made it through my psych final this morning. SATs and AP tests were a good measure of how bad my test anxieties are. I haven't felt this nauseous in a while.
I usually make it a habit to take my test and still have enough time to go and double check everything before time was called. To my surprise I was one of the lonely fifteen people left in a room seated for three hundred. There are two types of people that leave early: the anxious ones that just want the test to be done or the overconfident ones that know they aced the test. I fall somewhere in the middle. Above average I hope.
I know I didn't fail because I wasn't yelling at myself (silently) that I was stupid for not studying more or for not knowing the right answer. At some point I must have taken the test and stayed on auto-pilot. I just feel really numb right now. And nauseous. 8 am finals are not a good idea. And it's too late to wish myself good luck.
"Judgment Day" is sometime next week.
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